Opening the door, Mu Chen immediately saw the smartly dressed Xu Fei. Judging by his build alone, Xu Fei was undoubtedly a Power Type Martial Artist—powerfully built with broad shoulders. But from his reserved and profound gaze, Mu Chen could tell that Brother Xu possessed more than just strength; he also had a mind far sharper than the average person's.
"Mu Chen, how'd you sleep last night?" Xu Fei grinned, speaking before Mu Chen had the chance.
The question, which should have been a simple pleasantry, instead caused Mu Chen to immediately recall that bizarre dream. The world around him seemed to fall silent.
'Come to me...'
An ethereal voice suddenly echoed in Mu Chen's ears, and the pupils behind his tightly shut eyes contracted violently.
PAT!
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Mu Chen, stunned, lifted his head to see Xu Fei's rugged face.
